Roman didn't know what to expect when he came home that evening from that morning's blow out.
" I'm home," he called out as he walked into the living room.
Surprisingly Dean was still there sitting on the couch and Colby was sitting in the single seater furthest away from the couch.
Dean turned around. " Hi." Dean smiled good naturedly at him as if he had forgotten all about the incident that morning. " How was your day?"
" It was fine," Roman responded as he made his way to his bedroom. His client in Brooklyn had stiffed him again and he really didn't feel like discussing it right now.
He placed his bag down against the wall and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Before he could bring his hands back down he felt Dean's arms around his waist and kisses being pressed into his back. He dropped the shirt on the floor. He would place it in the hamper later. He easily turned around in the loose hold that Dean held him in. He smiled as his hands rested on Dean's lower back. " Miss me?"
Dean hooked his arm behind Roman's neck pulling him down. " Something like that." Dean's lips were warm and needy. Roman held him tighter as the kiss deepened and Dean walked backwards to the bed. When his calves butted the bed he turned around so that he could push Roman down on it and then got back on top of him. His lips immediately reattaching to Roman's. God, he could kiss those lips the entire night.
His teeth lightly scraped Roman's bottom lip as he released it from between his own lips and trailed some kisses down the thick of column of a neck.
" Dean..." Roman growled. His hand spanning Dean's ass, pressing his hips against his own.
" Yeah?" Dean sounded distracted as his tongue curled around Roman's tiny nipple.
" Did you feed Colby?"
Dean kissed around the nipple. " What?"
" Did you feed Colby?"
He couldn't believe that Roman was asking him about the cat while he was doing this. " Uh, yeah." He moved his lips further down to Roman's ribs.
" Did he eat all of it?"
Dean licked a flat stripe across the taunt skin . A faint taste of sweat and musk seeping into his taste buds. " Yeah he really seemed into it."
" Really? He normally takes his time eating kibble."
Dean placed another kiss on Roman's body wondering how long was this conversation going to go on for. " It wasn't kibble. It was that wet stuff."
" Dean!" Roman sat up suddenly causing Dean to roll off on to the bed. " I told you to feed him the kibble. He's only allowed to have wet food twice a week."
Dean sat up a bit stunned. He couldn't believe that Roman was actually upset at him over some cat food. " I did pour out the kibble first but he didn't want it. He kept on meowing and looking at me. I figured if he didn't eat and then got sick or something that you would've blamed me for not giving him something else so I put the kibble back up and gave him the canned stuff. He likes that." He explained.
Roman groaned and got off the bed. " Of course he does. He would eat it every damn day if you let him." Roman breathed out harshly and slammed his open palm against the wall as he walked through the door. " Next time just feed him as I asked."
" Hey!" Dean got off the bed and followed him through the door. " What's your damn problem?" He grabbed Roman's arm as he entered the kitchen. " It's just some damn cat food."
Roman pulled his arm away and opened the fridge door and took out a can of beer. He slammed the door shut, popping the ring on the can as he sat on a stool.
